I'm the fucking
Whargoul, I'm the ghost of Minas Morgul
I destroyed your life,
I raped your wife
I am Whargoul, I am uncool, I
am Whargoul
I've been many faces,
been many names
Known love and hate until they were
the same
I bring ruin, I am
Whargoul, am I human?
They think that they know
what I know
They think they know what's best
I think that's why they killed me,
that's why I joined the SS
In revenge for Malmedy, they
used a blowtorch on me
Nice try, Whargoul cannot die
You blow off my arm I laugh
at the pain
And after the battle I feast
on the slain
Seeking my creator,
taking from the strong
Yes, you see I need your strength,
so I can kill the wrong
Seeking my creator,
taking from the weak
Yes, you see I need you,
so I can snuff the meek
Savor the silence
- Whargoul
Addicted to violence
They used a bulldozer,
to run my ass over
Arms to the sky, 40,000 died,
but I survived
I don't care what flag that I choose,
I don't care if I win or lose
I don't care if you have to die, just fight without a side,
never say die!
Stalingrad 42, became a
living tomb
Yes, human souls
Profit for the prophet and
the creatures who control
46 I got away,
from the horrid thing that I did at Malmedy
And though I gained strength
at the time
Still they call for ven geance for
the hatred of my crime
Then I tried to drink myself to death
40 years went by,
and drunken I was left
And drunk I was when
they caught me
Gagged and bagged was right
where they got me
Taped to a chair feeling sore
Knowing all the answers to
the question I ignore
They burned off my face with
a propane torch
Then they blew up my porch
Then I fought against the USA,
trapped in a trench till the bulldozers came
Changed sides,
and flew the bloody warthog
Highway of death and the day of the dog
And once again, I died alive,
sent home in a box but somehow I survived
Maybe you've got my face,
I'm the demon of war